slimesito – duwop lyrics
[intro]
(it’s dp on the beat)
slime
(dp)
you know how we rockin’, n-gga
on gang, man
shoutout dp
sito, sito, sito
[chorus]
i’m a hot-boy on the block wit’ extendos
trapping so i got three cellphones
glock on me and you know that b-tch two-tone
twelve hot so i work off the flip-phone
smoke exotic and you know that sh-t so strong
b-tch wit’ me and she don’t wanna go home
f-ckin’ on your b-tch, she doin’ you so wrong
stick on me so you don’t wanna get it on
in the trap working like fred flintstone
off of these drugs, i can’t make it back home
now a n-gga hot, i feel like mike jones
up on the block and i’m workin’ two zones
i’m a young boss so you know i move alarmed
better get your b-tch, she blowin’ up my phone
two glocks on me and i keep that sh-t on
all my shooters shootin’, yeah, they stay armed
[verse]
all these plays that i got on my trap phone
i’m a jefe, n-gga, i don’t need a loan
ar hit that n-gga scalp like a comb
two b-tches wit’ me and they get along
robbed that n-gga, yeah, i slimed him for his chump
free the gang, i can’t wait ’til they get home
got a lil’ slime b-tch, she a redbone
duwap wit’ me and he smokin’ cones
.40 on me, man, leave me alone
had to kick that b-tch out of my home
red lean all up in my styrofoam
chopper hold me down like a bad bone
talkin’ brazy, n-gga, watch your dome
remember days by the georgia dome
all white pistol on, like sh-t chrome
hollow hit that n-gga right in his dome
[chorus]
i’m a hot-boy on the block wit’ extendos
trapping so i got three cellphones
glock on me and you know that b-tch two-tone
twelve hot so i work off the flip-phone
smoke exotic and you know that sh-t so strong
b-tch wit’ me and she don’t wanna go home
f-ckin’ on your b-tch, she doin’ you so wrong
stick on me so you don’t wanna get it on
in the trap working like fred flintstone
off of these drugs, i can’t make it back home
now a n-gga hot, i feel like mike jones
up on the block and i’m workin’ two zones
i’m a young boss so you know i move alarmed
better get your b-tch, she blowin’ up my phone
two glocks on me and i keep that sh-t on
all my shooters shootin’, yeah, they stay armed
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